'Main shiva se shaadi nhi karungi.....compatibilty naam ki cheez bhi kuch hoti hai dhara di.....aur main agr aasman hu toh shiva jameen......vo mere liye bana hi nhi hai.....' A SHIVI FF.....

Its a Shivi Story.. But story has different plot... To know more, Peep into it...

Maybe sometimes love needs a second chance because it was not ready for the first time 🥀... Ekansh Malohtra a youngest buisness tycoon (28).. A man who is as strong as iron but her weakness is her daughter... Ruhi malohtra a 2 year girl wrap her around her fingers .In malohtra family there is something missing that is A female ... ekansh mother left her father... ekansh wife died while giving birth to Ruhi .. making his heart block for all emotions.... he has his father,his younger brother and her daughter. but his family wanted him to get married ... for the sake of her daughter he decided to marry her friend but what will happen when she will leave the mandap before marriage?? Ruhanika Sharma belongs to elite family... A strong, rebellious girl , sharp tongue... studying law (23years ) ... though she has a joint family but only person who cares for her is grandfather.... and she loves him a lot... Won't tell you much about story you have to read it and find yourself Tropes * grumpy ×sunshine * Single father *Second chance * Rom com ... Well if you have read my prior novels you must know my fictions are roller coaster so you will find every feelings. I hope you will have a good time reading this and you better vote and comment 🔪🙂

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••